Post by annabelle on Aug 11, 2007 15:15:01 GMT 10
Name: Annabelle
Age: 20
Gender: female
Allegiance: Drifter (exile)
Weapons of Choice: Staff/walking stick (used as a club when need be) and sword
Appearance: Annabelle is a young woman of slight build. She is short and thin which makes it easy for her to hide herself (which comes in handy as she has been exiled from Danarta). Her hair is short, light brown, and most often times looks dirty because of her lack of accomidations. She has tanned skin and dark blue eyes. Her light hair and eyes comes from her mother (who was born among the Ice People) and her skin tone comes from her father (who was born in Danarta). She often wears earth tones, sporting dark brown traveling pants and a dark green tunic. She has a black cloak that helps her blend into shadows as she often travels at night.
Personality: Annabelle was born a push over. People sense when they meet her that anything they ask of her she will try to do. However, since being exiled she has come to learn ways to deny people what they want without feeling as though she is a bad person. Annabelle pretends to be slow and unintelligent, she finds this makes people forget about her quickly and not see her as a threat. However, she is quite observant of human nature and is bright (though not as intelligent as her dad claims). Annabelle tries to stay away from human interaction as much as possible, this saves her from unwanted attention from southerners and ice warriors alike. However, when she does have to interact with others she is often humble and quiet. Her biggest flaw is the fact that she often speaks without thinking and has the tendancy to offend people with her blunt observations. Her biggest pet peeve is when people retreat from her on the street without even bothering to find out what type of person she is. Annabelle likes to sit in dark corners in pubs and watch people as they have fun; though this is often times depressing, it reminds her of better days and she likes remembering.
Other: Annabelle was exiled from Danarta when it was found out that her mother was among the Ice People. She is not trusted among those from either side and has no place she can call home.
Role-Play Sample: Annabelle sat in the corner of the darkened bar, slowly drinking a large mug of ale. Her eyes followed a young man whom she found to be quite attractive. He moved from woman to woman charming them as he went. Annabelle sighed, she knew that he would never stop at her table...her disheveled appearance and slight stench would never by her the attention she so longed for. I need to find a place to bathe. She thought to herself as she continued to watch the charming young man. Maybe I can find a plac to stay tonight.
Sighing deeply she finished her ale and threw a few coins on the table. I kow thats not enough, but its all I have. She quickly exited the pub, knowing it was the last time she would be there. Turning the corner she saw the young man she had been watching escorting a clearly intoxicated woman into a dark corner.
"noo..." moaned the drunken woman "I wanna go back inside"
Annabelle stopped short and turned towards the couple. Apparntly this charmer wasn't who she had taken him for.
"this'll be quick, i promise" grunted the man.
"No it wont, its over" threatened Annabelle, unwilling to alloe such a thing to happen in font of her. Using her staff to pin the man against the wall she pulled her sword and looked right into his eyes. "It is over isnt it?"
A Storm is coming
Age: 20
Gender: female
Allegiance: Drifter (exile)
Weapons of Choice: Staff/walking stick (used as a club when need be) and sword
Appearance: Annabelle is a young woman of slight build. She is short and thin which makes it easy for her to hide herself (which comes in handy as she has been exiled from Danarta). Her hair is short, light brown, and most often times looks dirty because of her lack of accomidations. She has tanned skin and dark blue eyes. Her light hair and eyes comes from her mother (who was born among the Ice People) and her skin tone comes from her father (who was born in Danarta). She often wears earth tones, sporting dark brown traveling pants and a dark green tunic. She has a black cloak that helps her blend into shadows as she often travels at night.
Personality: Annabelle was born a push over. People sense when they meet her that anything they ask of her she will try to do. However, since being exiled she has come to learn ways to deny people what they want without feeling as though she is a bad person. Annabelle pretends to be slow and unintelligent, she finds this makes people forget about her quickly and not see her as a threat. However, she is quite observant of human nature and is bright (though not as intelligent as her dad claims). Annabelle tries to stay away from human interaction as much as possible, this saves her from unwanted attention from southerners and ice warriors alike. However, when she does have to interact with others she is often humble and quiet. Her biggest flaw is the fact that she often speaks without thinking and has the tendancy to offend people with her blunt observations. Her biggest pet peeve is when people retreat from her on the street without even bothering to find out what type of person she is. Annabelle likes to sit in dark corners in pubs and watch people as they have fun; though this is often times depressing, it reminds her of better days and she likes remembering.
Other: Annabelle was exiled from Danarta when it was found out that her mother was among the Ice People. She is not trusted among those from either side and has no place she can call home.
Role-Play Sample: Annabelle sat in the corner of the darkened bar, slowly drinking a large mug of ale. Her eyes followed a young man whom she found to be quite attractive. He moved from woman to woman charming them as he went. Annabelle sighed, she knew that he would never stop at her table...her disheveled appearance and slight stench would never by her the attention she so longed for. I need to find a place to bathe. She thought to herself as she continued to watch the charming young man. Maybe I can find a plac to stay tonight.
Sighing deeply she finished her ale and threw a few coins on the table. I kow thats not enough, but its all I have. She quickly exited the pub, knowing it was the last time she would be there. Turning the corner she saw the young man she had been watching escorting a clearly intoxicated woman into a dark corner.
"noo..." moaned the drunken woman "I wanna go back inside"
Annabelle stopped short and turned towards the couple. Apparntly this charmer wasn't who she had taken him for.
"this'll be quick, i promise" grunted the man.
"No it wont, its over" threatened Annabelle, unwilling to alloe such a thing to happen in font of her. Using her staff to pin the man against the wall she pulled her sword and looked right into his eyes. "It is over isnt it?"
A Storm is coming
not that im not spamming or anything.
